This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1880 - 523 Purgatory Domain and True Dragon Fragment
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Night.
Blood Sand City, East District, Dragon Castle, deep beneath the ground.
Massive fire pillars stood tall in the vast undercity square.
At the top of each fire pillar, near the fire basin, a little devil with a tail baring flames served, holding in their hands an array of sacrificial offerings from human bodies:
Hearts, intestines, forearms, brains, lobes of lungs, and so on.
Whenever a deep, female voice chanting echoed from the depths of the square,
a couple of the little devils would hurriedly toss the offerings in their hands into the fire basin.
Bang bang bang!
Infernos of blue or green flames burst forth from the basins.
Occasionally, some of these burning infernos would transform into angry human faces that flew out of the basins.
At that moment,
the little devil responsible for serving that particular fire basin would frantically flee to the ground underneath the pillar.
There,
usually sitting motionless, were three to five Purgatory Monks.
These Purgatory Monks were not Infernal Creatures but slaves captured from the outside world by demons.
Demons are exceptionally skilled in controlling slaves, and enchanting slaves’ minds with their own cult ideologies was a common practice.
These monks had gathered here
because they had been seduced by the great devil of the Seistan Family.
They believed that by following the teachings spread by the great devil, diligently meditating, and offering a part of themselves at the right time, they could have the chance to transform into real demons and enjoy privileges like other demons in the city.
And now,
it was time for the offering—
The little devil skillfully drew out a brass knife, flew to the middle of the monks, randomly picked out a skinny and pale one, then decisively cut open his stomach and yanked out a piece of intestine!
Because these Purgatory Monks had undergone a long period of vegetarianism or fasting before the sacrificial ritual.
This resulted in the monk’s intestines being very coarse and knotted.
The little devil disdainfully chopped off a section and tossed it into the fire basin, after which the angry face slowly dissipated.
Meanwhile on the ground,
although the chosen Purgatory Monk was in extreme pain, his face was filled with joy, his eyes bloodshot, features contorted, as he kept shouting in the universally understood Purgatory language:
"I’ve been chosen!"
"I’ve been chosen!"
"Ha...ah!"
Before he could revel in his excitement for a few seconds,
the little devil serving the fire basin impatiently kicked him in the back of the head.
The Purgatory Monk instantly passed out.
A lot of fresh blood gushed out from his stomach, gradually spreading on the floor.
The other monks, witnessing this scene, didn’t dare to make any commotion; they just tightly closed their eyes, silently reciting the prayer taught by the great devil.
As if in doing so, they could find peace of mind once again.
Time trickled by.
As the flames atop the stone pillars gradually extinguished, the sacrificial ritual neared its end.
The little devil serving the fire basin yawned subtly.
Just then,
he suddenly looked puzzled towards the right side of the fire pillar, where a shadow seemed to twist strangely.
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The little devil cocked his head.
The next second,
his vision succumbed to darkness!
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"Are these little devils’ senses all so sharp?"
Inside the Invisibility Magic Ball,
Matthew looked surprisingly at the little devil whose neck was being squeezed by Camela’s hand.
She, with her Divine Spell, erased the traces of his struggle.
In the blink of an eye,
the little devil turned into a corpse, and was then discarded by Matthew into Lost Paradise.
"Go around, that way should be safe!"
Not far away,
Lorraine signaled for the two to proceed with caution.
Matthew gave an affirmative response.
Throughout their stealth journey,
they deliberately avoided all guards and fire basins on the square—
Which was actually quite a challenging task.
The Seistan Family, once one of the three great families of Blood Sand City, even in decline, was still considerably wealthy.
At least, Matthew had never seen so many True Sight Gems and Evil Totems at the secret ritual of any faction before.
Coupled with the heightened senses of the little devils serving the fire pillars,
this posed a substantial challenge to Matthew and the others’ advancement.
Fortunately, the trio each had their means.
Matthew’s Invisibility Magic Ball was remarkably effective, and with Camela’s divine protection, after nearly two hours, they finally managed to reach the heart of the sacrifice without alerting any perimeter guards.
Ahead,
on the huge podium deep in the square,
a female devil with a Winged Dragon Wind God mask and a splendid figure was lying coldly on a raised platform.
Seven female devils surrounded her.
The female devils were bare-chested, wearing short skirts of red and black, and a quick glimpse of the emblem on the edge of their skirts was the totem of the Supreme Dragon God.
They were chanting some mysterious and ancient incantations,
seemingly trying to awaken their slumbering master.
Of course,
Matthew, who had done his homework in advance, understood all this was just the surface act of the ritual—
The female devil lying on the stone platform wasn’t truly asleep.
She was just trying to emulate the ancestor of the Seistan family—awakening from slumber to reign supreme with the power granted by the Blood River in her dreams—
That was the symbolic significance of the sacrificial ceremony.
He also knew that the female devil before him was called the Furious Dragon Girl Sandrine, the last heir of the Seistan Family.
The Seistan family was a very complex Devil Family.
They weren’t native demons born and raised in purgatory but were like Demon Dragons, migrants from other planes of the astral world who eventually became a part of purgatory.
